It Was Just You And Me

Chapter 1 - Elliot

"One large mocha, two pumps of caramel, and whipped cream!" The barista yelled in my general direction.

I shouted back "on it!", and began preparing the coffee. "Shit." I cursed as I accidentally splashed hot water onto my tattooed hand. Wiping it away with a dish rag, I finished the easy to make coffee and took the customer's tip. I pocketed it, and stuck bubblegum into my mouth.

Why on earth would hits guy want a hot coffee on this warm day? I removed my cap to smooth my sweaty boy hair, and then placed the hat back onto my head.

"Elliot!" I finally heard the barista yelling. "An iced black coffee please!"

I sighed, leaning down to take out the bags of ice from the freezer.

Still three hours left on my shift.

I returned to my apartment that I was renting because I didn't want to share a dorm room with some slut. Throwing my car keys onto the kitchen counter, I opened the fridge, and as expected I found nothing I wanted to eat.

I went to my bedroom to take a shower. Changing out of my Starbucks uniform, I glimpsed myself in the mirror. I saw a skinny girl in boy-shorts and padded bra that was too small for their large chest with pale skin covered in tattoos and piercings, and boy hair shaved around the sides with hair at the top, flopping over their face and died electric blue that was fading away. I didn't really wear makeup, just some light mascara and foundation, but it did nothing to make me feel prettier.

My eyed searched my body until I found the cut marks on my thighs, hidden but the large owl tattoo I had put there to conceal them. I shuddered and stepped into the cold shower.

After my shower was over, I changed into a comfortable black shirt and jeans and flopped onto the couch in the living room. Popping a piece of gum into my mouth I flipped through the channels on the tv, as usual not finding anything interesting.

Right now it was summer, which meant we were on break of university. Meaning I had nothing to do.

That's when my phone ringed. I frowned. Nobody ever calls me.

I picked it up and groaned when I saw who the caller was. Shaylee, the most annoying blond bitch on the planet, who for some reason thinks is my friend.

Reluctantly, I hit the accept button. "Hello?"

"Hey Elliot! How have you been girl?" Her peppy voice screamed through my phone.

"Nothing." I said very unenthusiastically.

"Ugh girl! You've got to get out! Live a little!" Shaylee giggled. "How would you feel about coming to a party with me this Saturday?"

"Is it another one of these drunken hooker parties?"

"You betcha! It's going to be the biggest of the year, supposedly!"

"Bigger than the last one? I heard the whole police force showed up."

"Haha yeah that was a doozy!"

"Why do you even go to these?"

"Because it's fun! I think you'd enjoy it, there will be lots of hot boys and booze to go around!" The phone suddenly made loud sound like it had fallen to the floor. There were muffled sounds and in the background I heard Shaylee squeal and say "Baby stop! Seriously, I'm on the phone!" There was laughter and Shaylee came back on, saying quickly: "Okay Ellie honey, if you're interested in coming call me! It'll be fun!" She hung up, leaving me disgusted.

She called me in the middle of her fucking make-out session with someone?! This is exactly why I didn't like her. And I hate how she calls me "Ellie" ugh.